Resolve.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Deep breath in…don’t cough. My household has been Cough/Snot Central for the last week, and apparently I will not escape, despite the doses of Vitamin C I’ve been downing. I need to stop by the store on the way to school to get something to counteract the shit I’m feeling at the moment. Not COVID. I just had that. And medicine only counteracts SOME of the shit. I’m trying to get the rest of this unit planned before break, so I don’t have to come in DURING break and copy shit. I think I’m gonna fail on that, unfortunately. Sigh. I also need to finish grading the two big things, but I’m not sure I can pull that off either. AND write sub plans for Friday afternoon, when the stupid literacy people scheduled the next thing. Bad timing. I rearranged this whole week on Monday night to make sure the academic grade would get done before Friday. Makes my life easier…and the sub’s, but I think I still need to move something this morning. Fuck. OK, write fast. Ugh. Sore throat. Dammit. I have stuff to do. I need to not be sick. Yes, body talking to me. I’m tired of it doing that. Could it just do the things without being a pain? I went to the gym last night, first time in ages, and did the things and felt really good until I tried going down the stairs to leave and both knees were like, fuck you, lady. We’ll give out if you do that again. Well, imma do it lots, so get over it. I didn’t even do the Bosu ball. Need to do that at home. More.

I started stitchdown on the little quilt Monday night…

I finished it last night and still had time before bedtime, so I started stitchdown on that poor quilt top that’s been hanging around for ages…

Didn’t finish that one, but that’s OK. Nothing’s really a rush right now. Maybe it should be, but I don’t have the mental energy for it.

Monday night, I went out to reset the owl cam (again…it’s been fussy as shit) and (1) heard a baby squawking in there (exciting) and (2) saw this…

I was a little freaked out…like where is the light coming from? Until the Man explained it was a rocket launching…ah SpaceX, you make the sky pretty. With chemicals.

A friend was asking whether we’d rather be buried under a tree or sent into space, and I picked the tree, because space is scary…fascinating, but terrifying, and I’d rather be in the earth, somewhere my kids might walk by and say hi. Weird, I know. Or not. Grounded. I love space movies and fiction, but I don’t want to live there. I think I’d be even more anxious floating out there.

Speaking of weird…or not…this kid’s explanation was strangely appropriate…yet weird.

I love that they are just lying in the bed and then she’s pregnant, and then she’s apparently giving birth? I laughed a lot. I like this kid. I mean, he picked that word as his challenge word and then did this. It’s cool.

This week. I’m done with it. I’m going to go buy cold medicine and try to get through things. Three days until Spring Break. Talking to a contractor on Thursday about the flood damage. Need to have a FEMA inspector come out, so I need to finish those forms. In my spare time. I’m really just sick of this school year. I want to go play with some clay tonight if I feel up to it. I want to finish these two small quilts so I can start a massive one for the rest of the school year. I want some of this health stuff to resolve. Ha! Knees are not gonna resolve. Maybe the boob thing will. Surgical consult in two weeks. OK. Go buy cold meds. Go to school. Deal with things. Resolve is an interesting word. I must have resolve to get through the week. Then things will resolve. Re-Solve. We are gonna solve it again? Yeah. Fuzzy brain.